I gasped at the fierceness of the kiss, the passion and the feeling. His words echoed in my brain with every pass of his tongue. I love you Persephone. Had anyone ever been head over heels in love with me before? Not that I could recall, and certainly not that I could feel.
With this kiss, I could feel how much Ryan loved me. It was a love that went beyond friendship, beyond mind blowing sex and earth shattering orgasms. It went beyond the bounds of anything I thought I knew about love.
His grip loosened but the intensity of the kiss didn’t fade, didn’t falter.
“Ryan,” I gasped, chest heaving because he had literally kissed the air from my lungs.
“I love you, Persephone. Do you hear me? I love you.”
I nodded, brain fuzzy from his kisses. My mind was numb from the raw heat in his words. “I hear you, Ryan.”
“Good,” he growled and took three big steps forward, tilting me backwards until I was stretched out on the sofa, his big, hard body on top of mine. “Because I need you to hear me, to feel the words that I’m saying to you.” His hand slid inside the waistband of my pants and he swore. “No panties.”
My hips bucked up and I gasped as his fingertips brushed my swollen clit. “Good thing.”
He smiled and dropped a kiss to one side of my neck. “Very good.” One finger slid back and forth along the seam of my swollen lips. “Listen carefully. I love you and I won’t stop, I won’t quit until you tell me that you can’t or won’t love me back.”
The urge to close my eyes was strong, but I found myself unable to look away from the heat and the passion in his blue depths. His words sliced open my heart and butterflies took flight while two fingers slid deep. Over and over. “I…Ryan.”
“No, don’t say anything right now. Just listen.” His thumb found my clit and rubbed furious circles while is fingers pumped in and out, in and out. My eyes fluttered but they never closed. Ryan was too compelling a figure to look away from and I kept my eyes on his handsome face. “I can give you a good hard fuck, if that’s what you want. But it’s not what I want, not all that I want anyway.”
My hand slid down and wrapped around his wrist, holding him right where I needed him. “Me either,” I managed on a cry of pleasure.
His arm flexed as his fingers brought me closer and closer to orgasm. “I want to love you every fucking day, Persephone.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“I want to see you smile with that after orgasm glow every morning. Every night. Sometimes at lunch.”
“Yes,” I moaned again, my body trembling as beads of sweat popped out on my forehead.
“I want it all and I want it with you. Only you.” He leaned forward and put his lips to mine, his tongue flicking in and out the way his thumb did on my clit. He bit my lip and a rainbow of fireworks went off behind my eyes.
“Oh, yes! Ryan, yes!” My body froze for several long moments while Ryan’s mouth and hands continued to drive me out of my mind. Then the cord snapped and my body shook and trembled.
“So gorgeous. I never stood a chance.” He kissed me and slowly pulled his fingers from my core, my pants. “When you’re ready to love me the way I love you, Persephone, you let me know.”
I panted as my best friend, my lover, strode out the front door like the sexiest son of a gun I had ever seen. It was a power play, but it was hot as hell and I stayed up half the night trying to find a way to top what he’d just done.
Ryan
Maybe I overplayed my hand. Maybe I should have just told Persephone that I would fuck her senseless until she realized that she was in love with me. That might have been a better move to make than giving her an orgasm and walking off.
She didn’t call the next day.
Or the day after that.
It was almost noon on the third day after I poured my heart out to my best friend, and she hadn’t said one word.
Not one word.
I messed up somewhere, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out another way to lay it all out for her in a way that would make Persephone understand just how much she meant to me. How much I desired and craved her, both her body and her company. Hearing her laugh was the best part of my day.
And I’d been without that sound for three fucking days.
“Who peed in your oatmeal?”
I looked up at Antonio, frowning at me from the doorway of my office. “I don’t eat oatmeal because I’m not ninety.”